Are abstract thoughts meant to fly?

Out of my mind,

onto these pages,

and through your eyes?

 

To finally reach your brain,

where you perceive what they mean,

to you and to me,

in an abstract range?

 

A range of measurement, or a concept

of understanding,

cognition.

Of implementing and recognition.

 

Thoughts too much for some to handle,

so they go on the defensive,

and light themselves a self righteous

candle.

 

Or are they meant to be in a cage,

made of doubts, fears, and neglects,

that change the sadness and regret

to rage?

 

I once knew someone who had these thoughts,

who had a dream,

before we knew what it could mean,

who, for these thoughts, fought.

 

But that’s just what they are, aren’t they?

Thoughts: meant to, at any moment, cease to exist,

go away,

never stay.

 

They are unlike how you cannot sleep at night,

with these thoughts keeping you awake.

That fill you with fear, or fright,

that your whole world is fake.

And that there is nothing after death, and the dream is worthless